Chapter 2 Eiland

When Lin Yi suddenly approached, carrying a refreshing scent of soap, the man's slender fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, froze in mid-air.

Time seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

He could clearly feel the warm body temperature of the young man's youthful energy as he approached, and the moist feeling left by that fleeting kiss.

He didn't push it away, which was inconsistent with his upbringing over the past thirty years.

He turned his head very slowly, his gaze falling on Lin Yi's smiling face, his heart pounding uncontrollably in his chest.

This young child was so dazzling, like a sudden ray of light crashing into his orderly world.

"Are you... a student at Jiangzhou University?"

This was the first sentence he uttered, and his voice was more steady than expected.

Lin Yi smiled for a moment.

The online ID [Marco Bobo Tea], a sweet kid who likes to act cute and beg for a meeting, is now sitting upright and looking at him seriously.

This stark contrast amused Lin Yi.

“Oh, I’m not…” He paused briefly, as if considering whether to tell the truth, before clearly uttering a few words: “I am a student at the National Academy of Fine Arts.”

Upon hearing this, the man lightly touched the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his well-defined fingers again, and replied indifferently, "Hmm."

The calm reaction surprised Lin Yi.

Lin Yi was wondering if he should take the initiative more.

But then he heard the other person continue in that cool voice, "National Academy of Fine Arts... an art student?"

Lin Yi said seriously, "Yes, that's right."

They were both adults, and they had both carefully chosen their outfits for this meeting. They should have known what was going to happen next.

He wanted to see how long this seemingly respectable man, who secretly called him "brother," could keep up the act.

The man looked straight at me, as if he were simply stating an objective fact. He paused for a moment, then said, "Jiangzhou University happens to have some research projects related to the arts. If you're interested, you can come and listen to the lectures."

"A lecture?"

Lin Yi raised an eyebrow slightly and leaned forward almost imperceptibly, closing the distance between them once again.

He lowered his voice, a hint of amusement in it: "So... classmate, are you inviting me... on a date?"

Although the lecture he mentioned sounded boring, Lin Yi was actually quite interested in going with him.

The man looked at his face, which was so close to his own, and could clearly see his long, thick eyelashes and the shimmering light in his peach blossom eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but his expression remained unchanged: "Hmm."

Lin Yi pressed his advantage: "Then what's your status on this date? Boyfriend?"

He expected to see the other person show embarrassment or panic, after all, this direct and flirtatious approach had always worked for him.

However, the man remained calm.

He met Lin Yi's ambiguous gaze, and a faint smile flickered in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

“You should have learned that at art school,” the man continued unhurriedly, his tone even carrying a hint of persuasion, “that behavior itself is the most direct definition of identity.”

"..." Lin Yi was slightly taken aback. Was he referring to the incident where I stole a kiss from him earlier?

The man's tone softened: "So, classmate, how would you like me to define our relationship going forward?"

"The way you put it... is quite novel..." Beneath the deliberately lighthearted tone of Lin Yi's voice lay a barely perceptible tension.

And now you're asking me questions? I don't want to give you any status so soon.

It seems we've truly encountered a master this time.

His words sounded much more sophisticated than my fabricated claim of being his "sixty-sixth boyfriend."

...

The two sat facing each other, the atmosphere unlike that of an online friend meeting for the first time.

It was more like negotiating a million-dollar deal, with both sides testing each other and weighing their options.

Lin Yi had never met this type of man before.

Most of the people he dated were direct and passionate, with their desires written all over their faces, and their communication remained on the same level.

The man before me was like a distant mountain shrouded in mist; I felt like I wasn't on the same wavelength as him at all.

However, this uncontrollable "uniqueness" and extreme "contrast" aroused Lin Yi's strong desire to conquer.

He enjoys tackling tough challenges and relishes the process of bringing the "bright moon down to earth" from his lofty position.

Lin Yi was about to ask for contact information when he suddenly remembered he'd left his phone in the taxi: "Could I borrow it for a moment..."

The man asked at the same time, "What would you like to drink?"

Man: "What should I use?"

Lin Yi: "Iced Americano".

They spoke in unison once again.

This unexpected understanding startled Lin Yi for a moment, then he explained, "I accidentally left my phone in the taxi. Could I borrow your phone to make a call?"

Without asking any further questions, he unlocked his phone and handed it over.

His phone's home screen is clean and simple, with almost no entertainment apps besides essential office software, which matches the first impression he gives.

"Thank you."

Lin Yi took the phone, which still retained the other person's body temperature, and began dialing his own number.

The busy tone of the caller ID was particularly clear in the quiet coffee shop.

He dialed five or six times in a row, but no one answered.

Thinking of the precious photos stored on that phone, Lin Yi became genuinely anxious. He blurted out instinctively, "Marco Boba Tea, do you think the driver doesn't want to give it to me anymore? Or maybe the next passenger took it..."

He stopped abruptly, then looked at the man with a hint of annoyance.

The man perfectly caught his subtle emotions, and that crucial nickname—[Marco Bobo Tea]

After analyzing the situation, he roughly understood the misunderstanding: it seemed that this dazzling young man had come here to meet an online friend, and he had mistaken me for that online friend named "Marco Bobo Tea".

A subtle emotion, a mixture of relief and heightened interest, spread through the man's heart.

It was a wonderful misunderstanding that gave him the opportunity to get closer to the person he was attracted to, which seemed pretty good.

The man closed his laptop and said in a gentle, reassuring voice, "Don't rush."

"Waiting like this isn't a solution."

As the man looked up, he saw a student walking in through the door, talking on the phone while looking for a seat.

He picked up his notebook and several German original books next to him, arranged them, and said to Lin Yi, "Your family or friends might be more worried if they can't contact you. There's a mobile phone store next door. Go and buy a phone for emergencies. This will also make it easier for you to find your old phone."

Lin Yi: "No need, no need, I..."

"Don't misunderstand." His voice was gentle, making it hard to refuse. "This isn't a gift, it's just a tool to help you. Once you find your original phone, you can return it to me in any form."

He didn't give Lin Yi much time to hesitate, and naturally stood up and picked up the thin jacket draped over the back of the chair.

As he walked past Lin Yi, he naturally reached out and gently put his arm around Lin Yi's shoulder, maintaining a perfectly polite distance: "Let's go."

Just as the man approached, Lin Yicai truly felt the man's physique.

He was half a head taller than Lin Yi, who was 180cm tall, and was estimated to be 190cm tall.

The two are also completely different in physique and temperament.

He has the typical inverted triangle physique—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a well-defined chest—that comes from regular strength training. Wrapped in a well-tailored shirt, he exudes a sense of mature masculine strength that is both steady and reliable.

Lin Yi, despite his height and long legs, possesses an excellent three-seven model proportion, but because his skin is too pale, his frame is relatively slender, and his muscle lines are closer to a smooth, youthful look, from behind he looks more like a fashion supermodel pursuing an extremely thin figure on the runway.

Upon entering the mobile phone store, Lin Yi casually selected a mid-priced phone.

The man didn't say much. After he made his choice, he took the initiative to swipe his card and pay. His movements were decisive and showed no intention of showing off, as if he had just done something very ordinary.

"Thank you, I'll pay you back when I get home."

Lin Yi reiterated that he dislikes owing favors, especially material ones.

"Hmm." He nodded casually.

"By the way, after chatting for so long, I still don't know your real name?"

Lin Yi asked casually, but he was secretly planning to find out more information if he got the real name.

"Sinking North Island".

"Then... leave your phone number? It'll be easier for me to contact you next time to repay the money. Also, I lost my phone and can't log into my game account for the time being."

“Okay.” Shen Beidao recited a string of numbers.

...

In the evening, Lin Yi returned to his apartment in Jiangzhou.

Lin Yi temporarily got a SIM card.

He kept calling his old number and even sent a text message offering a large reward for its return, hoping the other party would return it.

He was a little annoyed that he couldn't log into the game account linked to his old phone for the time being.

Fortunately, we have Shen Beidao's contact information, so we can still get in touch with "Marco Bobo Tea".

He used his new phone's WeChat to search for Shen Beidao's phone number, and a user named "Eiland" popped up.

The profile picture is of a deep blue sea with a solitary island in the center.

“Eiland?” Lin Yi murmured the unfamiliar word as he typed it into the browser search bar.

[Eiland: German for island]

He read the interpretation softly, a smile playing on his lips: "Island... Shenbei Island? That's quite fitting."

He clicked "Add Friend" and typed in the nickname field:

[It's me. I'm not being polite, and I forgot to tell you my real name. My name is Lin Yi, Mr. Eiland. May I ask if you can let me through?]

Right after I submitted the application, two notification messages popped up at the top of my phone.

[That man] sent two messages.

Lin Yi felt a little annoyed, but still opened the chat box.

[That man] [transfer]

What is that man busy with?

[That Man] I'll be going to Jiangzhou next Tuesday. Would it be convenient for us to meet?

[That man] I heard you have a new boyfriend. Want to get together? I'll treat you to dinner.

Lin Yi stared at the screen, his eyes cold.

He casually tapped "Receive Payment," as if it were just a string of meaningless numbers.

Lin Yi typed a reply:

[No Rabbit Morality] Thanks, I'm very busy, sorry!

[That Man] We haven't seen each other for half a year. I miss you so much. Please don't reject me.

[I don't care about rabbit ethics] But I really have something to do... (deleted)

[No Rabbit Morality] Address, let me check the distance... (deleted)

Just then, a new notification popped up on WeChat:

Eiland has accepted your friend request.

Lin Yi exited the chat page with "that man" and clicked into the chat window that he had just added, whose profile picture was a deep blue sea.

[Eiland] "Schedule of Lectures by German Artists"

[Eiland] The lecture is next Tuesday at 2 PM in Lecture Hall 1 of Jiangzhou University. Is the time convenient for you?

Lin Yi looked at the screen, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

But he didn't intend to appear overly submissive.

[No Rabbit Morality] Next Tuesday? I need to check if I have classes that day. [Thinking]

In fact, he doesn't start school until the Monday after next, so he doesn't have to attend classes this week.

He said this to test Shen Beidao's attitude and see if the other party would take the initiative.

He actually enjoys the feeling of being pursued and valued.

He deliberately waited a few minutes before sending another message:

[Not speaking of rabbit ethics] Dear Shen, I'm so sorry, I just checked my schedule and I have a full schedule next Tuesday morning, so I might not be able to make it to the afternoon lecture.

After sending the message, he waited, and soon Shen Beidao responded:

[Eiland] If you don't mind, I can drive to pick you up.

[If you don't follow rabbit etiquette], then I'll trouble you.

[Disregarding rabbit etiquette] [Thank you emoji]

You're welcome, Eiland.

[Eiland] Has the phone been found?

[Not showing any rabbit-like manners] Still not [sigh]

[No Rabbit Morality] [Transfer] Money for the phone, thanks for today!

Shenbei Island did not accept it.

The conversation seemed to have temporarily ended there, as Shen Beidao did not send any further messages.

This sense of moderation surprised Lin Yi, and left him feeling somewhat intrigued.

He rarely encountered a man who wasn't in a hurry to fawn over him and even knew when to remain silent.

He opened the chat page with "that man" again.

I entered the location of [Kashima Coffee (Jiangzhou University Store)] into the search box and sent it.

[No Rabbit Morality] See you here at noon.

He wanted to see what kind of expression he would have if he really showed up with a "new boyfriend".

Shen Beidao, this seemingly perfect "temporary actor," is undoubtedly the best choice.

As for whether Shen Beidao will cooperate?

Lin Yi wasn't worried; he had his own way of getting the other party to agree.

*

Tuesday, 11:26 AM

A black Mercedes SUV was parked on the side of the road near the National Academy of Fine Arts.

Shen Beidao, sitting in the driver's seat, had changed out of his usual shirt and put on a black casual jacket, making him look less serious and almost the same age as the students on campus.

He gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the school gate, a sense of anticipation surging within him that felt strange even to himself.

He had never been so nervous in the past thirty years.

When Lin Yi's figure came into view, Shen Beidao felt his breath suddenly stop for a moment.

Lin Yi wore a white leather jacket, which seemed to emanate a halo from himself.

The fabric shimmered with a subtle, soft light, its pure white blending seamlessly with his pale skin, making him appear dazzlingly clean, as if he were separated from his surroundings.

The black hair looked soft and fluffy, falling naturally and slightly obscuring the eyebrows and eyes, but this only made the lively peach blossom eyes even more captivating.

He casually opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and brought with him a faint, refreshing scent of soapberry, just like the one he had smelled in the coffee shop that day.

"Have you been waiting long?" Lin Yi asked while fastening his seatbelt.

"No, I just arrived."

Shen Beidao suppressed his admiration and smoothly started the car.

He had to admit that from the very first glance, he was drawn to the child's beautiful appearance.

Although he knew that "lust at first sight" was not a noble motivation, he could not deny that he had never felt such a strong attraction to anyone before.

Love probably begins to take root and sprout from these silly little things.

When Shen Beidao noticed that they were wearing similar jackets, he felt that this was not an ordinary coincidence, but a tacit understanding unique to the two of them.

The entire world instantly faded into the background, leaving them as the sole focus, sharing the same frequency.

That unspoken understanding brought the two of them closer, making Shen Beidao feel more special than any sweet words could express...

A note from the author:

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I'd like to pre-order the "Hong Kong Island Game Domestication Agreement" and take a look.

A refined scoundrel from Hong Kong Island meets a sickly rich young man from Beijing; younger man/older woman relationship. This is somewhat related to the story.

Copywriting:

Shi Jing, a 21-year-old troubled youth from a wealthy family in Beijing.

On his first day working at the company, arranged by his father, he met Shen Xian'an, who had been transferred from Hong Kong.

At 32, he was gentle, well-mannered, and exceptionally capable. He won over the entire audience at the conference with his fluent English, including his father, who never praised anyone.

"Learn diligently from Mr. Shen." His father's words sounded like a command.

Shi Jing looked at this overly perfect man with a cold eye, as if he were looking at a piece of exquisite but uninteresting porcelain.

That night in the bar's restroom, he witnessed Shen Xian'an passionately kissing his philandering younger brother, and the elite man even pinned him against the wall, unusually losing control...

Shi Jing: A seemingly refined but actually wicked wild man, interesting.

Three days later, he took a photo of his uncle entering a hotel with his arm around another young man. He casually sent it to Shen Xian'an, adding the comment, "Manager Shen has terrible taste."

The moment the message was successfully sent, a long-lost excitement slowly crept up my spine.

The next day, when the news of his uncle's fracture and hospitalization arrived, Shi Jing was sitting in front of the French windows, holding a knife blade to his wrist, his fate about to end, when his phone vibrated.

It was a text message from a Hong Kong number, containing only two words:

Thank you.

Shi Jing stared at those two words and suddenly smiled.

Someone dared to touch the Shi family, yet this person did not run away.

He slowly bandaged his wrist, booked a flight to Hong Kong, and suddenly found something more interesting than death: he wanted to see what expression the man who dared to lay a hand on his uncle had now.

"Manager Shen, headquarters has sent me to Hong Kong to learn from you for three months."

He stood at the entrance of the Hong Kong branch office, dragging his suitcase. Seeing the fleeting look of surprise in the other person's eyes, he suddenly felt that the humid air of the city wasn't so suffocating after all.

Shi Jing thought it was an interesting game, until he discovered that Shen Xian'an's ruthlessness beneath his gentle smile was far greater than he had imagined, and that his transformation from observer to prey happened so quickly it was chilling.

"Where did my uncle touch you?" Shi Jing's kiss landed on his collarbone. "Here? Or...here?"

"You brat, didn't your father teach you anything?" Shen Xian'an loosened his tie, his voice warning, "Some games are not for twenty-year-olds to participate in."

With a nonchalant smile, Shi Jing said to him in the evening breeze of Victoria Harbour, "Mr. Shen, don't feel pressured, we're just having fun."

He expected to see resistance or disdain from the other party.

Shen Xian'an simply looked up at him, and then he smiled, his voice calm: "Alright, let's have some fun then."

“But only for one month,” Shen Xian’an added, as if discussing an ordinary business deal.

Shi Jing suddenly found the game more interesting than he had imagined: "Three months, which is exactly my internship period."

Shen Xian'an looked at him for two seconds and nodded: "Okay."

An absurd "three-month agreement" was thus reached.

He saw Shen Xian'an chatting and laughing with his colleagues, and then drove three hours in the middle of the night to buy the desserts that Shen Xian'an had mentioned.

Shi Jing smashed the cup, and Shen Xian'an simply glanced at the shards and said calmly, "Article 3 of the agreement states that damaged items must be compensated at their original price."

Shen Xian'an's ex-boyfriend came to the company. Shi Jing coldly blocked him downstairs, but when she turned around, she saw Shen Xian'an smiling and answering the phone: "President Wang? Dinner tonight? Of course, I'll be there on time."

He was completely oblivious to the commotion at the door.

Shi Jing found an old photo at Shen Xian'an's house. In the photo, a twenty-year-old Shen Xian'an is embracing another man, his eyes burning with a passion Shi Jing had never seen before. He questioned Shen Xian'an, who gently pulled the photo back: "Young Master Shi, the agreement doesn't stipulate that I have to disclose my romantic history."

Shi Jing suddenly realized:

He set up a cage to try and keep the eagle from Hong Kong inside.

But they forgot that the eagle never belongs to anyone.

He no longer wants to leave this cage.

After the agreement was finalized, Shi Jing said, "Don't go... name your terms."

Shen Xian'an turned around at the door, took a half step back, and took out his phone from his pocket.

The screen lit up with a message from his father: "Mr. Shen, the share transfer agreement you requested has been drafted. Thank you for taking care of my son these past three months."

Shen Xian'an: "Now you understand? I'm a greedy and lustful businessman..."

"You say you're greedy and lustful." Shi Jing's lips brushed against his earlobe, her breath hot. "You've made enough money, but what about your 'lust'?"

“At least I’m young and energetic,” Shi Jing’s voice lowered and became hoarse. “I’m much more useful than those bosses you have to deal with.”

His fingers deftly unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of Shen Xian'an's shirt, then his palm pressed directly against the taut abdominal muscles. "Why don't you try it?"

"Just consider it... an inspection."

A story of a sickly rich young master from Beijing (top) and a Hong Kong elite in the workplace (bottom). It's a younger-older-older story with a queen-like figure who trains dogs to cure illnesses. The young master is really sick, but the elite in the workplace can really cure him. He's the one who can handle anyone who doesn't submit!